a bathroom at the end of the world

this is the
bathroom
i want to be in during the
apocalypse
i will wash off the
radioactivity
with so many seashell-shaped
soaps
i will ward off the smell of decay, the heat of
flames
except for the flickering votive
candles
in this huge marble
tub
filled with a froth of milky
bubbles
there are so many magazines with
glossy
pages that will distract me from the
loneliness
of so much deathly
silence
after i run out of throat lozenges and multivitamin
chewables
i will finally be as thin as the
models
my nails buffed and lacquered
red
for the end of the world

Ray Ball lives in Anchorage, Alaska with a cute boy, a neurotic dog, and massive stacks of library books. She is a history professor, hiker, and writer. She has authored several academic essays and books, and has published poetry with Alaska Women Speak.

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One Response to a bathroom at the end of the world

  1. This is amazing: the imagery is so haunting, as though I’ve seen it in a dream.

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